Yup - I love Jimenez because of all the guys out there playing, you see he has a home-built swing and he's just enjoying himself and after the round you know he's not heading to the range - he's heading for a good cigar and glass of rioja.

That being said, you can't deny it's great watching Tiger simply because you know you are watching greatness. Even if you don't like them, I think we would all love to have seen Babe Ruth, Gordie Howe, Ty Cobb, and Bobby Jones in their prime - with Tiger, we are getting a chance to see that.

Corey Pavin. When I first started playing, the big boys on tour were Faldo, Price, Norman, etc. I loved that Corey was this undersized, quiet guy who just went about his business. Plus, I won a good bit of money when he won the U.S. Open at Shinnecock.

Gary Player. He achieved greatness that surpassed his natural talent level. At 5'6'', he won nine majors in the Palmer/Nicklaus era. He didn't have the physical gifts of Nicklaus, Palmer, Trevino, or Watson, but outworked them. Many of the games' greats say they could have won more majors, but Player won more than he should have through willpower and fitness. Player isn't love able, but I admire his relentless tenacity.

Good afternoon all. My favorite player that most of you never heard of (yes, I like Jack, Arnie, Tiger, Phil, etc.) is Calvin Peete. As a little boy (in the late 70s) growing up in Hattiesburg, MS, I normally played the university golf course by walking a mile through the woods and starting on #4 (I didnt steal/cheat...it was too far to walk all the way around to the start...a couple of miles...we WERE members). One particular week was when the Magnolia Classic was scheduled to start (PGA event that became the Viking Classic in Jackson, MS). As a young lad, I sucked. I was a horrible slicer (baseball swing w/ persimmon woods). As I made my way around the course (in a lot of strokes), a golfer caught up to me. He had a slightly awkward swing...but man...could he play. He was one of the few black men that I ever saw on this course. His name was Calvin Peete. He took pity on me and took the time to show me a couple of improvements. I will never forget his kindness towards a young boy he would never know or see again.